Paroles de Insects

The buzzing sounds of the requiem amplifies not for note by maggot wings The humming grows surrounding transcending this after score composed in question by those intention spiraling down the creator between heaven and hell Thousands of eyes My child Covered in flies Thousands of eyes My child Covered in flies Watch you Thousands of eyes The buzzing wind of maggots spawn abreeze this soulless shell Death infests you The stirring swells amongst the trees Flies will feel Trickling mourner rejoicing your funeral Encore Rejoice and eat up my winged children Eat up It's all yours Fest and be merry Breed upon this feast before your Breed Exploration tasted dead Twitching hand laying eggs Buzz of the orchestra to the conducting carcass conducting the funeral flies Rotting Your dead Rotting Your dead!